FOUR DAYS LATER
~Harlow~
I thought after coming here and finding my sister that the rest would be easy. That I would find my place here after a day or two, but I miss my Den, even though I despised being held prisoner in it. It was driving me insane, yet being here is much of the same. I have no place, not here, not even with my sister.
Zara was my home for so long, and I thought I would find that home again with her. But that isn’t the case. It is far from the relationship that I once found such safety in.
Now I have no home, and the home I crave is a toxic one. What my instincts are telling me to go back to is bad for me; yet still I crave that familiarity. Sitting here, watching my sister with her mates, getting the support and love she always craved and wanted within a pack, makes
